Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.